I was sort of embarrassed to be crying about a TV show as I posted earlier this week, but just look at this email from Susan.
Would you care to stick around and go for a slow stroll this morning. Around 10? No pressure. I am pretty tore up about Sybil still, so I might not be very good company.
Then a few other friends told me they were crying, too. So, then, based on the fact that other people cried, I thought I was right in line with my own crying and I’m starting to feel pretty fine about it. I’m afraid if everyone else wanted to stone someone to death, I’d take a look around, see what they were doing to adjust my own emotions, then pick up a rock. As long as I’m part of the group, I’m ok.